It was a rainy Spring day in Dallas. The early morning drive to the airport was tedious as the traffic began to build for rush-hour traffic. As I stared out the window of our SUV my mind drifted off to earlier times when I was a young drifter in Oklahoma. I grew up on a farm and eventually began working on a nearby Ranch. I learned to break horses and eventu...
Author's Note: This story is slow moving and deals with cheating & cuckquean themes! *** Various cups, cans and bottles remained littered around the living room. It was the sign of a good night, but more realistically, it was a sign that someone was going to have a tedious morning cleaning the apartment. That someone would in fact be me, Ken, the sole occu...
(I wrote this story for Donna, as she was perpetually wasted and sexually wiped-out during this escapade. It is from my perspective and observations of our week in San Diego. Scott) During the middle of August, a few weeks before the new school year, Donna's folks took the children for a week on a vacation to Disneyland. Our friends, Bob and Char, had ren...
My dad, he's a long-haul truck driver. Why? Well, because his dad was one. And grandpa was one because...well...his dad, my great-grandfather was one. Ah hell, I bet if you were to go back another generation you would find one of us hauling freight with a wagon and horses. Want to hazard a guess what I've spent the last few months in training for? Oh my n...
The DJ at the reception had a perfect record, Shannon thought: every song he'd played was one she hated. Of course, she hadn't wanted to come to the wedding in the first place, but since it was Robert's old college roommate who was getting married, she really didn't have an option. Where was her husband anyway, she wondered? Ah, there he was over by the bar...
This chapter begins the morning after the long Saturday spent with beautiful Za'ana at the closed motel, which had been the perfect venue for her sadistic urges and shit-obsessed sex games. I awoke at sunrise, my bladder full. Thin spandex straps surrounded my hips and occupied my ass crack; I remembered I was wearing thong panties. Taking in my surround...
"Have another one," the voice cried and the farmers' son felt a cool beer pushed into his hand. He squinted, trying to make out the outline of the person who had given it to him but it could be any of the dozen people celebrating his eighteenth birthday with him. He fell slightly to the side as he leant on the bar and groaned, putting the glass to his lips....
It was one of those shifts that was long and arduous, all participants happy when it was at an end. On the third floor of the "Helping Hands" Memorial Hospital, Nurse Lynn Goodrhyde was finishing up with the shift change and checking her messages. With nothing pressing appearing on her phone's screen, she gave her associate Nancy a pat on the shoulder saying...
This is the fifth and closing chapter of this series. It may be a good idea to refresh on the first four chapters since this has taken a while to get out. All characters are of legal age and clean. Constructive criticism is always welcome. ***** Bern let his thoughts overtake him for only another minute before he stood and crossed the room to the large...
Author's Note: Hi, again! This is the third story in my series about Lena the modern-day witch. Her tale started in "An Ill-Advised Kiss," which I posted back in 2013 and for which I received a lot of kind and helpful feedback (thank you!). Real-life then got in the way of fun and I left Lena and friends alone until 2018, when I posted "Cruel and Unusual Mag...